Chapter 139 War (1) Destruction and persistence

Chapter 139 War (1) Destruction and persistence

The breach in subspace has lasted for at least a year, and it is unknown how many demons have emerged from it.

I don’t know how long the ruins in the distance can last, but there is indeed not much time left for Calvin.

Just as Calvin was worried about this, the track he was waiting for finally arrived.

"Have you ever seen the doomsday scenes created by those mechanical dead things? I have."

So said a certain demon who was lucky enough to survive an orbital strike.

The weapon array of the Revenant Redeemer is not particularly powerful, and its performance is pretty good among strike cruisers of the same level. However, the gap is not even a little bit behind that of a battleship, let alone the quintessence of human industrial civilization like the Queen of Glory.

But a battleship is a battleship, even the smallest cruiser, its firepower is by no means comparable to surface weapons.

Macrocannon shells as thick as a locomotive were fired in waves of five, and after the sights of the gunnery sergeants on the cruiser were locked, they accurately dropped the power of destruction from the track.

The huge warhead easily created a huge sonic boom and shock wave in the atmosphere just by relying on its own kinetic energy and weight when it came out of the barrel. Five unusually conspicuous air channels appeared from the sky, surrounding it in a precise semicircle. Descending towards the periphery of the Webway ruins.

The senses of demons are far stronger than those of mortals. When the low-frequency tremors in the air reached first, all the demons on the battlefield invariably raised their heads and looked at the sky.

What was waiting for them was the spear of light hanging down from the sky one step ahead.

From the very beginning of its design, the high-energy laser column with a thickness of more than ten meters was originally prepared for the steel Leviathans who were also battleships. But it is also surprisingly useful when facing these flesh and blood bodies.

The beam of light descended from the sky and instantly vaporized the demon that was unfortunately enveloped. Even the five-meter-high demon engine melted into a ball of scrap metal at the moment of exposure, leaving a glass-like depression in place.

High-energy deflagration effects followed, and the survivors around them experienced what is called "the passion of the industrial age" in the next second. Hundreds of demons were turned into ashes in this blow, and thousands of demons were killed and injured in this instant.

Then, just as they were recovering from the unexpected blow, the macrocannon's shells also arrived.

Unlike surface weapons that are limited by the gravity environment, warships in space require much less kinetic energy to launch cannonballs than on the ground, so the proportion of explosives in cannonballs is also much higher than similar products on the ground.

In a sense, the damage caused by a shaped charge of more than 40 tons when exploded is no different from that of a small tactical nuclear bomb.

Boom boom boom boom!

The violent explosions resounded throughout the battlefield, causing several demons behind to frighten away.

The tens of meters deep crater was only the first wave of kinetic energy released. The subsequent gunpowder explosion sent air that deflagrated to 3,000 degrees and instantaneous high-temperature shock waves up to 1.5 kilometers away. The bodies of the demons who were unfortunately affected were instantly shattered, and they had no other choice but to roll back to the subspace from whence they came.

The ground shook violently under this destructive force, and the sky was pierced by this terrible force. A mushroom cloud slowly rose from the center of the explosion. Under the power of five macro-cannon shells, a long strip of 30 square meters surrounded the ruins. Almost no life within a kilometer was spared.

And this just cleared up a clean landing field for the subsequent airdrop of mortal troops.

In the center of the battlefield, the big demons were also under sudden attack, and they realized later that a new enemy had arrived.

A large number of Valkyrie fighter planes led the elite vanguard troops to land on high points everywhere, and raindrops of materials airdropped into cargo bays and troop transport ships later appeared at the end of the sky.

But these unexpected blows and the subsequent appearance of humans did not make the demons retreat. On the contrary, in the eyes of the demons, the boring consumption of the ruins barrier was far less attractive than the killing of intelligent creatures.

It doesn't matter who comes to the champion of Khorne, as long as there is blood left, it is a tribute to the Lord of Skulls. It joyfully pointed the five-meter-long bloody sword in its hand towards the mortals' positions. The ten-meter-high red copper-like body roared out the famous war cry in a deep voice: Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull offering skull seat!

In response to him, more bloodletting demons and Khorne war dogs came out of the cave behind themselves, forming new legions one by one and rushing forward.

The great demon of Tzeentch also followed the way of his master, with six eyes full of tricks and intrigues constantly turning on his twisted face like a bird's head.

It smiled evilly and waved the scepter in its hand. Teleportation gates appeared one after another at the junction of the positions of the mortal troops, and countless fire demons and screamers walked out of them.

Nurgle's darling rejoices in the sight of life and spreads disease to them, its body bloated with scabs and gaps.

Countless maggots burrowed out and in, and swarms of putrid flies and Nurglings surrounded his feet. The huge carpet covered every inch of land that he and his children stepped on. Even other demons did not want to set foot in it and could only avoid it from a distance.

The champion of Slaanesh is most unique here, and is so immersed in the pleasure of his own senses that even destruction from heaven cannot delay his enjoyment.

After this round of blows, the Chosen God of Slaanesh just looked at the mortals in front, then waved his hand in boredom, symbolically sending a group of cultists to the front of the line.

All the demons on the Chaos side have now appeared. This is an extremely rare Chaos coalition, the vast majority of which are composed of demons, with only a few Chaos Space Marines appearing sporadically.

The demons all over the mountains and plains are once again attacking like a tide, and there are more behind them.

In the eyes of Calvin from a distance, the previous orbital strike was like waking up a giant beast, destroying a large number of demons and attracting more at the same time.

The soldiers of the Mortal Auxiliary Army were surprisingly calm. After the vanguard stepped out of the Valkyrie fighter plane, they launched attacks to the edge of their respective positions with clear goals and with the fire support of the fighter plane before returning.

The heavy logging guns began to roar impatiently after they were in position. The flamethrowers and specially-made grenades in the hands of the approaching soldiers poured out towards the oncoming fire monsters like free grenades.

Hundreds of soldiers died together with the enemy in the first exchange of fire, but the faces of the soldiers who caught up later did not change. They picked up their comrades in silence and continued to fight these demons at close range, thinking that the main force that would land later would delay the valuable force. deployment time.

Their goal was so clear that they pretended that the army of Khorne and the other two demons that were attacking them didn't exist, and they didn't even bother to take a look.

Tzeentch's goal was achieved. He released spells to teleport his followers and vassals to these key locations, just to disrupt the deployment rhythm of these mortals and prevent them from having a chance to gain a foothold and thus lay out a solid position.

But humans also have their own plans. Their calmness and neglect are self-defeating.

Just as they were in the midst of a battle with the retinue of Tzeentch, and the war dog vanguard of Khorne's army had reached the front of the position across a distance of several thousand meters, the second round of firepower from orbit arrived.